In puzzled ponder, a name I’ve heard
Though “Roksana” my soul preferred …
Yet as time passed by
A fondness did arise
Love’s influence moves my heart …
Let the name be my tender song
In love’s embrace, I truly belong …
Tag: pure
Quiet Contemplation
Your absence has gone through me, like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
Separation by W.S. Merwin
Gunnen
On this day, he reflected, “I recall she used to attend her prayers for Jumma day.” …
On this day, she reminisced, “I recall he would probably meet the girl.” …
Today, he worried, “She has been feeling a bit unwell. Will she still be able to go to the mosque for her prayers? Perhaps she should rest today. Will she ever heed my advice?” …
Today, she pondered, “When will he meet the girl? Will it be in the evening? That would be preferable. It’s quite hot outside today; they might not feel comfortable meeting in such humidity. I hope their meeting goes well.” …
Despite feeling unwell again, she went to the mosque for Jumma prayer, then in the evening she prayed for him before falling asleep …
In the evening, he met the girl, and they enjoyed their time together, discussing their future life …
Throughout all this time, they remember their memories,
Yet they never announce their presence,
Simply flowing directly into their hearts …
I appreciate your prayers for me.
Tell me if there’s anything else you wish to put in this story ….
…
Gunnen/ dutch
(n.) to find happiness in someone else’s happiness because that’s how much you love them …
Tacenda
My longing, a relentless tide
Your absence, a void deep inside ….
Am I flawed, or loved?
Tacenda
(n.) things better left unsaid
That Yellow
She paints grace
In glowing yellow …
As the brush-strokes
Softly glide through her skin …
Hers is a delicate face
Soothing and serene;
Tread with a gentle touch
In colors unseen ..
That yellow color girl
In tranquil pose ..
She’s a grace …
Yellow is my favourite color … which color do you like most?
A Melancholic Music
You are like a music
Which creates melancholic
moods inside my heart …
A melody that lingers, night and day …
I take time to listen to it,
I find myself enchanted;
When nothing seems to ease my restlessness
I listen to you, my music
To walk the long journey of life
Even though it only creates melancholic moods
But you are like that music to me
Loving, healing, heart-touching
Connecting my soul to you
Forever and always ….
Enchanted
These days,
The sunrises that I watch everyday with you
Give me the best feelings ever; fascinating and quite spellbound!
I sit with you in this sweet little garden
In silence and serenity …
A glimpse of happiness and ecstasy….
The rays of the rising sun generously cast light upon our soul, peaceful
The crisp, fresh breeze smells so good,
The gentle chirping of birds spread joy,
And now,
Now my heart, pounding and vulnerable
Seems to depend on these moments of sunrises forever …
Am I under any spell or something?
Anyways,
It has made me anew
These days.
Waiting
Here’s me
Waiting passionately ….
Becoming a gentle rising tide towards eternity
Loving this wait, patiently
For the same kind of gentle tide like me …
It’s not always what it seems, I’m aware of it though
But when you say it, I believe that
I believe that you keep me safe in your soul so pure and
I admire you so much that I doubt not at all
I love to wait passionately for you.
The more I wait, the lesser become my doubts if any
Again I must know, it’s not always what it seems
So I must humble my manners and pray to the Glorious afar
That shines in all the time here and there too
I know this feeling is way down inside
So with much patience
I take my shower soulfully with a thought, ‘Why are you there? Why have you come from such distance with so much care?’
There’s no need to ask anything
I’ve listened carefully and learned
It’s you, bright and strong
I’m so glad I met you.
I see myself in between disaster and beauty
A spirit of love begin to stir
And a tune I’m humming that I love you
So tender, so true.
Meanwhile I accept the fact that it’s not always what it seems …
For a while the feeling may remain.
Let it be
Each morning as I rise
I continue my prayers endlessly
As here I’m
Waiting so passionately
For you
A Reflection of You
is nothing but a reflection of me ….
A reflection of you-
A love that spans the miles.
A reflection of you-
The steady noonday sunbeams.
A reflection of you-
The unfolding of words.
A reflection of you-
A plain-spoken philosophy.
A reflection of you-
An ambient naturalism.
A reflection of you-
A friend, most protective.
A reflection of you-
A promise of a lifetime happiness.
A reflection of you-
A flash of lightening in darkness.
A reflection of you-
The soft caress closeness.
A reflection of you-
Too tempting and warm.
A reflection of you-
Something nice about something wrong.
A reflection of you-
A seamless flowing movement.
A reflection of you-
The beating to joyful rhythms.
A reflection of you-
An endless age, inside and out.
A reflection of you-
Thus the windows to my heart.
A reflection of you-
A pleasing proportionality.
A reflection of you-
The threads of my antic tapestry.
A reflection of you-
The reflective silence.
A reflection of you-
Is the mirror of a beautiful reflection?
A reflection of you-
Is nothing but a reflection of me.
Roksana Tales 